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Re: Lyrics that mean something.
One of the best songs ever written...
The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make?
All men have secrets and here is mine, so let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you
And yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap infront of a flying bullet for you
So what difference does it make?
So what difference does it make?
It makes none, but now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I've lied, and why? Because you asked me to!
But now you make me feel so ashamed because I've only got two hands
Well I'm still fond of you
So what difference does it make?
What difference does it make?
It makes none, but now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and then I lied just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me you won't see me anymore
Well I'm still fond of you
But no more apologies, no more, no more apologies
I'm too tired, I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you
Oh my sacred one...
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"I do not know with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." - Albert Einstein
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I've just been laughing my head off at these lyrics which I found on another site's WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TOO.
But then as I read on the lyrics made a lot more sense than most.
Have a read and see what I mean!
It isn't the sort of music that I'd normally listen too but it just struck me as funny to start and then I could see into the song-writers mind and at what he was doing.
A boy named Sue, Johnny Cash
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-b*tch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
I thought it resembled Coward of the county by Kenny Rogers.
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Just re-discovered this classic thanks to You Tube, It's one of those song that if you listen to closely the meaning of the song can make you very emotional........ in a happy/sad sort of way....... to me its a song about taking the hand that life has dealt you and making the best of it.............
Deacon Blue
DIGNITY
There's a man i meet walks up our street
He's a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip off nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never seems to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a "sunblest" bag
The children call him "bogie"
He never lets on
But i know 'cause he once told me
He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty
He's gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her dignity
And i'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'Il be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how i got her i'll say "i saved my money"
They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity
And i'm telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping down raki
And reading maynard keynes
And i'm thinking about home and all that means
And a place in the winter for dignity
And i'll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
I'll be on my holidays
They'll be doing their rounds
They'll ask me how i got her i'll say "i saved my money"
They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity
Set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up
Yeh set it up again, set it up again, set it up again, set it up again
Set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up
Yeh set it up again, set it up again, set it up again, set it up again
And i'm thinking about home
And i'm thinking about faith
And i'm thinking about work
And i'm thinking about how good it would be
To be here some day
On a ship called dignity
A ship called dignity
That ship
Deacon Blue - "Dignity" Video
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'Why in the World are we here?
Surely not to live in pain and fear?' John Lennon - 'Instant Karma
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